Love

If my husband never said, "I love you" ever again it would not matter.

He says it in so many different ways. He says I love you by building me a fire to warm me.

He fills my gas tank so I don't have to get out in the cold morning before work.

He makes coffee while I still lie in bed all warm and cozy.

He invites the dogs on the bed not because he wants them up there but because he knows it brings me so much joy.

He works on house projects and vacuums even when he would rather be doing things he wants to do.

He lives with my father and deals with all his nutty behaviors.

He does this and more because he loves me.

And a day does not pass that I thank God for bringing him into my life.

Oh and thank you my dear husband for loving me.